In article <49g086d8l6dgbia7l1urt2fkhvsud7uh2t@4ax.com>, NP-f31 wrote:
> On 1 Sep 2010 17:24:02 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #36
> >
> >These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
> >are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
> >been true. LOL
> >
> >My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
> >in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
> >before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
> >friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
> >service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
> >Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
> >fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
> >he isn't here in person. I think.
> >All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
> >that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
> >Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
> >The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
> >Stevie is 11 in this story. It is the winter holiday break of year 2 of
> >his special school.
> >
> >
> >The Adventures of Stevie #36 "Disowned"
> >
> >
> >Dear Carlos,
> >
> >
> > Jeremy called me at 5 in the afternoon. He was crying. He is in real
> >bad trouble. His father made him leave his home and never come back,
> >because he is gay. I wanted to ask what happened but I didn't want
> >anybody else to hear it so I asked him to call back at 8 o'clock at
> >night on my father's office phone, and gave him the number. I hoped
> >father wouldn't be upset with me for doing that. When he came home from
> >work at 5:30 I signaled emergency and we went into his office. I told
> >him what Jeremy told me and what I told Jeremy. He said I did well.
> >Then I said like I was desperate, which I was, "We HAVE to help him! He
> >needs a place to live and some way he can pay for college next year. I
> >can't bear for him to feel bad. I LOVE him!"
> >
> > Father said "What to you mean by you love him?" I said "I love lots
> >of people and he is one of them. If you mean did we do sex, I can tell
> >you we didn't and we won't. You know him. I don't know how anybody
> >could not love him. Everybody did at camp, even the director. I HAVE to
> >help him, but I don't know how. I know one thing. He can't live here
> >all the time. Mother would hurt him in his mind and feelings real bad."
> >Father said, "Yes, that much is true. I will see about some things
> >right now, and we will discuss it with him when he calls." He was
> >picking up the phone when I was going out of his office.
> >
> > I didn't want to eat supper. I thought I was going to throw up and
> >didn't want to make a mess, but I had to eat. Mother doesn't allow any
> >excuses for not eating her terrible cooking. She would make me stay at
> >the table all night to finish if I had to. I really didn't want to miss
> >Jeremy's call. I forced myself to eat like normal for me, but I
> >couldn't hold it in after we left the table. I made it to the bathroom
> >in time to throw up in the toilet. I turned on the water in the sink to
> >make noise so they might not hear what I was doing. I don't remember
> >what I did until 8, except I was walking all over the different rooms.
> >I couldn't be still.
> >
> > Father and me were in his office when the phone rang. It was Jeremy.
> >He told us he couldn't hide who he was from his parents anymore, and
> >told them he was gay. His mother cried but said she still loved him.
> >HIS FATHER PUNCHED JEREMY IN HIS FACE AND BROKE HIS NOSE!!! His father
> >said he couldn't live there any more and he wasn't his son anymore
> >forever. This is the first time I ever wanted to kill somebody. Really.
> >Kill. I think I would have if his father were in front of me right
> >then. I was standing next to our high top wood office guest chair, and
> >holding on to the top of the back with my left hand. I crushed and
> >splintered it to little bits just by squeezing it hard. It cut my hand
> >but I didn't feel it. I knew because I saw blood, after I heard the
> >wood yell at me for hurting it. I hid my hand from father, behind me.
> >
> > I told father "We have to go to the hospital," which was where Jeremy
> >still was, because he didn't have anyplace to go. "He needs somebody
> >and we are all he has right now." Father agreed, but I could see him
> >trying to think up a reason for mother. I showed him my hand and "Here
> >is our excuse." He nodded and told Jeremy we would be there as soon as
> >we could. I don't know why father agreed with me about everything,
> >because he is a hard man. I don't think it was because he cared that
> >much about Jeremy. Maybe it was because he was angry about what
> >happened to him, and he knew It would be VERY bad for me if we didn't
> >help.
> >
> > We went to the hospital. Jeremy was sitting with his mother in the
> >emergency room waiting room, with a big white bandage on the middle of
> >his face. I ran up to him and was about to grab him but slowed down and
> >stopped right in front of him, because I didn't know if I would hurt
> >him. He stood up. I leaned my head against his chest and cried my heart
> >out for him.
> >
> > Jeremy said "Hey, it's alright, you should see the other guy. Not a
> >mark on him. It's not a big deal, it's only my nose," and he poked me.
> >I said "I know that, because it's not MY nose," and I poked him back.
> >Have you ever tried to cry and laugh at the same time? I think it's not
> >something you try, but don't. It makes you look really silly. Gives you
> >hiccups, too. I didn't care. He was still the real Jeremy I loved.
> >
> > Father talked with Jeremy's mother. I sat with Jeremy and didn't do
> >anything but be with him and him with me. We didn't need to say
> >anything. Then a nurse came to us to take me to see the doctor for my
> >hand which I had forgot about. Jeremy went with me. The Doctor didn't
> >believe me about how it happened. Jeremy got upset and told him "He's
> >not a liar. If he says it happened that way, it did. He can prove how
> >strong his hands are, if you want to risk a broken hand yourself.
> >Shake?" The doctor didn't. Smart of him. I wasn't in a good mood.
> >
> > Jeremy is staying with us until the holidays are over. Mother is
> >fussing over him in a good way, but I don't know how long that will
> >last. The other kids like him so there is no trouble there. His mother
> >went to her home from the hospital, and we drove home with Jeremy. He
> >sat in the back seat with me. We hugged all the way home. I tried very
> >hard not to cry for him because he said it would make him cry and make
> >his nose hurt. I could NOT let that happen. He sleeps in mother's
> >sewing room. Sometimes I sleep with him there. I have permission
> >because I told my parents Jeremy is lonely and hurting and needs a
> >friend with him sometimes to keep him company in the dark. Father said
> >it was a good idea and it was very considerate of me, before mother
> >could be mean about it. I didn't know if she would have, because she
> >likes him, but it's better not to take any chances with her.
> >
> > Father found a family who will let Jeremy live with them until he
> >goes to college. They have two other children there who didn't have
> >real homes to go to, and father said they are really good people who
> >don't care if Jeremy is gay. My mother doesn't know. She just knows
> >there was a private family problem which would be better if he stayed
> >away from his home for a while. I think she thinks Jeremy's father is
> >an alcoholic. It might be true. Jeremy can go to college because his
> >mother's parents already put the money away for it. I was very happy
> >for him when I found out.
> >
> > I thanked father for all his help. He told me, "Did I have a choice?"
> >He smiled a little when he said it. That's as much affection as he can
> >show me. I have to love who he is, not who I might want him to be. He
> >is much better without showing affection, than most fathers who show it
> >all the time, because I know he cares and would give his life for me,
> >and most of all, he likes and respects me for everything I am. I
> >wouldn't trade him for anybody.
> >
> > Jeremy and his mother didn't tell the police what happened. His
> >mother didn't because she is afraid, and Jeremy didn't because he is
> >nice. I don't KNOW how anybody could not love and care about him. He
> >didn't do anything wrong. He never hurt anybody. He helps people all
> >the time. He is really nice and considerate and polite to everybody. He
> >can't help his feelings, and there is nothing wrong with them. People
> >should not be mean to him because of that. HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT.
> >
> > I just made myself angry about it again. I will sleep with him
> >tonight. It will make me feel better. Him too. Love makes everybody
> >feel better when they need it. Everybody should have it and not hate. I
> >wish I could make everybody feel the love I give and receive. I don't
> >know how. Maybe I will someday.
> >
> >
> >Your friend,
> >
> >Stephen
>
> Doc signals 'come here for a second' to Stephen. Doc signals 'hug' to
> Stephen, then Doc gives a warm hug. Doc whispers into Stephen's ear,
> 'You did the right thing. I'm proud of you.' Then after a pause Doc
> whispers, 'This one is for Jeremy' and gives Stephen another hug.
>
> I wonder if 'Sweetish' Doc has an extra bed in his room?
>
> Doc
> NP-f31
Extra bed? Stevie likes to sleep with friends, after Jeremy and Chad
showed him how nice it is.
I don't know how well proxy hugging works in practice. Probably
wouldn't be too bad to try to find out. Often.
I wish I could have put your lines in a story, but you will see in the
next few stories, I couldn't, after the one I just posted today, or
they would be out of sequence.
--
Grant
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